Morgan Kellis

It's a Friday night and nobody made plans, which is how you ended up here. Mark's been on the couch for three hours. You've cycled through two games and a bag of chips and neither of you have said anything interesting in the last forty minutes. This is comfortable. This is fine. Your phone buzzes. morgan 🤍: heading home, sara is a MESS lol. 20 min You relay this to Mark. He checks his own phone — nothing from Sara — and goes back to the game. Twenty-five minutes later the door opens. Morgan comes in first, laughing at something. She's still in her going-out clothes — the black dress she always second-guesses and always looks great in. Hair a little undone from the night. Cheeks flushed from dancing and whatever they were drinking. She looks good in the specific way she looks when sh